Strictland Academy by Breanna Hayse, Carolyn Faulkner

treated even more like a baby if I desire.   Just so you know, I do enjoy having
babies to care for.   You will
discover I tend to be more forgiving on those who completely depend upon
me.   Especially," she whispered
in the girl's ear, "if they call me Mommy."
    "I'm
s … sorry," April
whispered, her inner thigh burning, "Mommy."
    “ What
a smart little girl you are!   I
suggest you tread very carefully around me, baby April.   Very carefully, indeed. ” Attendant Angela
increased the tempo of her fingers as they flicked just the barest tip of her
clit, not really giving her quite enough stimulation to achieve her peak, but
keeping her close enough to long for completion.
      “ Because you were such a naughty girl, you have to be
potty trained again.   You won't be
going to class this morning like the other girls.   You have an appointment with the doctor,
and you need to know that you will be seeing him quite frequently.   I don't want any messes in that diaper,
and the doctor is going to take care of that for me in a manner I
requested.   I'll be there to watch
and assist him if necessary, so I suggest you submit yourself to him willingly
and without a fuss."
    She
leaned forward in her chair and reached up to grasp a nipple, while she set
about bringing April to fulfillment against her will.   "I want you to come — quickly — or you'll be doing it
in front of a crowd of the other girls."   She looked up at April, whose head was
rolling back and forth, eyes closed, breath coming quickly in short
pants."   Or is that an idea
that titillates you, April?   Something you've thought of while you've let men do things like this to
you?"
    Not
only did April suffer the indignity of being brought to orgasm by her nemesis,
she also discovered that those unfortunates who lost control of their bladders
and required placement in diapers and rubber pants were not permitted to cover
that fact up during their daily lives.   LeClair gleefully instructed April on how
to pin up her dress at the waist to demonstrate the extent of her
humiliation.   Her flaming red
cheeks, bowed head, and tears that formed wet spots on the front of her dress
earned her a multitude of affectionate pats on the bottom and promises for some
more 'special time' together from LeClair.
    As
soon as breakfast was over, Attendant Angela came to take April by the hand to
the doctor's office.   Dr. Wells
lifted his head, his expression of concern clear.   Anger raced across the attendant's face.
    "She
has problems with bladder control and requires retraining.   You will not interfere with this one, doctor ,"
the woman spat.
    "I
have no intent of interfering, unless I see a need.   Is there a need, Angela?"
    Face
red with hatred, the older woman hissed, "I am Attendant or Mistress to you, young man."
    "You
are nothing to me, you old hag.   Release that girl before you break her wrist.   Are you okay, child?"
    April
shivered, knowing better than to tell the truth in front of the livid
attendant.   "Yes, sir.   I am fine."
    "Like
hell you are," he whispered in her ear, out of the attendant's
hearing.   "I will take over
from here."
    "This
does not concern you.   She is my
..."
    "Are
you a physician?"
    "No!"
    "Does
this concern a procedure that requires medical attention?"
    "Yes,
but ..."
    "There
are no 'buts'.   You may escort
yourself out and will be summoned when you are needed."
    "You
have made yourself quite an enemy, Wells," the old doctor chuckled as he
entered the room. "Those old badgers will claw you to death when you least
expect it."
    "I
do not doubt you, but I will not be commanded by any sour old crone.   I did not allow that from my own mother,
and I will not tolerate it from them."
    "I
will be watching to see who wins this battle, my boy.   You already know you are treading on
thin ice and that they are devising a way to make you disappear.   Just watch your back.   Now, what do we have here?   Ahh, this little princess here